Long Drugs Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about drug use and addiction (alcohol, medication and recreational drugs)
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
I am
I am an alcoholic
I am an addict
In every possible way
I do not know how to live in moderation, I binge and abuse anything and everything
I do not know how to breathe in moderation, my therapist said that’s a panic attack.
I buy a bag or bottle/ whatever is available I’m not picky, it ends up being 8 grams in 3 days, 8 bottle in 3 days
I crash my car
I avoid getting a dui
I wake up wanting to go to rehab but never go to rehab it’s Father’s Day next week and it would break his heart my...
I am an addict
In every possible way
I do not know how to live in moderation, I binge and abuse anything and everything
I do not know how to breathe in moderation, my therapist said that’s a panic attack.
I buy a bag or bottle/ whatever is available I’m not picky, it ends up being 8 grams in 3 days, 8 bottle in 3 days
I crash my car
I avoid getting a dui
I wake up wanting to go to rehab but never go to rehab it’s Father’s Day next week and it would break his heart my...
#SelfHarm
#drugs
#addiction
#illness
#MentalHealth
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Holiday Inn Vaction
Pain of current days, strung out, or string me along... like a broken down guitar from a dead rock star...A song long ago sung & the spotlight so blinding that he lost his own way and couldn't remember his once famous name. Flash back, acid trap...Zero can't even dredge this toxic attack... Zero remembers nothing anymore, for their buried deep within the rotten wood of there life's shipwreck. Shifting sands of confusion is there death bed of dark ocean waters they live in. Unraveling is the thread...The rusty nails, crave the past rail road scared ties tracks. Always leaves you hanging,...
#hate
#dark
#heartbroken #despair
#heartbroken #despair
215 reads
2 Comments
I killed myself last week.
#anger
#SelfHarm
#suicide #addiction
#suicide #addiction
391 reads
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The Roots have Teeth
#friendship
#humankind
#dark
#hypocrisy
#tolerance
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the drunk
The drunk
A thick plastic curtain of the type used in warehouses he could not see through
to other than shadowy figures moving around, he knew he saw a past that
no longer belonged to him.
He sat on the edge of his unmade bed, drinking warm beer, when a sharp knock
on the door of his flat
it was the landlord looking at him with contempt, saying he must pay the rent tomorrow or else!
Despair sizzled through his body needed a strong drink one mixed vodka and cold coffee,
while asking himself how it had come to this losing his job because he had...
A thick plastic curtain of the type used in warehouses he could not see through
to other than shadowy figures moving around, he knew he saw a past that
no longer belonged to him.
He sat on the edge of his unmade bed, drinking warm beer, when a sharp knock
on the door of his flat
it was the landlord looking at him with contempt, saying he must pay the rent tomorrow or else!
Despair sizzled through his body needed a strong drink one mixed vodka and cold coffee,
while asking himself how it had come to this losing his job because he had...
#anxiety
#addiction
#apathy
#diabetes
#disability
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Why am i?
#family
#memories
#addiction
#myself
#choices
341 reads
2 Comments
A DRUNKEN SYNOPSIS ON MY HALLOWEEN AT WOLFS (III)-(3rd revision)-(1990, San Diego (Leather Bar), California)
#gay
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Husk
I just need to numb the pain.
Amber elixir
or ceramic white powder
Sins of the soulless
You’re my saviour
When all hope feels lost
Didn’t I say that?
With tissues, red stains
O, how I waver
As senses burn out
How can I stay here
These collapsing lungs
Ill-gotten behaviour
And years become decades
The haze has no flavour
My...
Amber elixir
or ceramic white powder
Sins of the soulless
You’re my saviour
When all hope feels lost
Didn’t I say that?
With tissues, red stains
O, how I waver
As senses burn out
How can I stay here
These collapsing lungs
Ill-gotten behaviour
And years become decades
The haze has no flavour
My...
#addiction
#illness
#morality
348 reads
4 Comments
A provoking precursor
KUSH HAD ME LIKE ????????
I wonder am I the only person that still has that one clock that still has yet to be set back an hour since past fall? Beside the fact I've had numerous occasions to spring forward, still falling back becoming pleasantly pleased then surprisingly surprised because I had an extra hour to play with to preside over and reside, So I thought. Not remembering that I forgot or was it forgetting to remember, either way I failed to recall that I hadn't set the hands back? However it appears that my...
I wonder am I the only person that still has that one clock that still has yet to be set back an hour since past fall? Beside the fact I've had numerous occasions to spring forward, still falling back becoming pleasantly pleased then surprisingly surprised because I had an extra hour to play with to preside over and reside, So I thought. Not remembering that I forgot or was it forgetting to remember, either way I failed to recall that I hadn't set the hands back? However it appears that my...
#family
#memories
#TimeHeals #SelfWorth
#TimeHeals #SelfWorth
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Why Am I?
#family
#bullying
#suicide
#addiction
#deception
480 reads
3 Comments
the sober drunk
The sober drunk
He woke up early, had fallen asleep when drunk
now, he was sober trembling hands and blurred vision
full of self-loathing; what happened once, he had been
a little boy in the Vatican and bathed in Fonte Aguiar
that’s what his mother said, and knew it was
not true, but enough for him to expect to succeed.
Walking to work, he had an unimportant snack bar in town
he stopped at a butcher and bought sliced ham to make
sandwiches also stopped at a shop and bought several
bottles of beer to get the courage needed to confront ...
He woke up early, had fallen asleep when drunk
now, he was sober trembling hands and blurred vision
full of self-loathing; what happened once, he had been
a little boy in the Vatican and bathed in Fonte Aguiar
that’s what his mother said, and knew it was
not true, but enough for him to expect to succeed.
Walking to work, he had an unimportant snack bar in town
he stopped at a butcher and bought sliced ham to make
sandwiches also stopped at a shop and bought several
bottles of beer to get the courage needed to confront ...
#anxiety
#depression
#addiction
#apathy
#diabetes
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Can't kill Bill
It's too long to be a limerick so perhaps a ditty if you will
If you will just be still like trying to catch a fish with a rod and the reel
And if you're ever in a pickle that isn't sweet then think dill
Which is what you'll surely get if you ever mess with Bill
There lives an old man and his name is Bill
he's got a big damn boy and that man's name is Will
And if bringing them some trouble is really how you feel
You better pack a sack lunch and sharpen up your skills
but first sit down and write yourself out of will
Cause you think that you can and...
If you will just be still like trying to catch a fish with a rod and the reel
And if you're ever in a pickle that isn't sweet then think dill
Which is what you'll surely get if you ever mess with Bill
There lives an old man and his name is Bill
he's got a big damn boy and that man's name is Will
And if bringing them some trouble is really how you feel
You better pack a sack lunch and sharpen up your skills
but first sit down and write yourself out of will
Cause you think that you can and...
#strength
#money
#alcohol
#aging
#determination
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